The ocean’s roar beckons, yet the silence of cliffs holds sway—a wistful yearning tears through me.
Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands.
My heart lingers on fragile memories, each step sinking into what I cannot preserve, a vulnerability that resonates with the fragility of life.
The stoic silence of the mountains writes questions on the raging fires of the skyline — has anyone looked into the density of my rocks and what they are composed of?
All you thought had disappeared resides within me – forever, to be retrieved in different forms in a different era.
Ignore me if you must, but let the ghosts of your dreams believe in me – I’ve always been here, I’ll always be there when you call and hear echoes of your disbelief.
Creative Experiments and More 
hi, Reena❣️
I just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted for the very first time by the wonderful Ooko Tonny, is now live:
Enjoy 😃
Much love,
David
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Truth! Physical form may change, but essential identity hovers and remains.
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Thank you, Liz!
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Reena this is a delight! Well done!
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Thanks a ton, Val!
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😍😍
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you were right there along. i believe you, reena! xx, ren
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*all along
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Thank you, Ren!
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Good question:
“The stoic silence of the mountains writes questions on the raging fires of the skyline — has anyone looked into the density of my rocks and what they are composed of?”
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Mountains often find themselves taken for granted. Thank you, Frank!
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Beautiful, Reena.
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Thanks, Misky!
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Great poem, Reena! I love the alliteration throughout the poem.
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thank you, Yvette!
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That’s really beautiful, Reena.
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Thank you so much, Chris!
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“Waves remember the story of shores long gone, their whispers haunting the eroded sands.“
damn! wish I’d found that sequence of words!*
*compliment
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Words find us, we don’t find them. And they choose to bless you more than others 😀
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I feel a deep, lingering poignancy in this piece, Reena. The interplay between presence and loss is haunting and ever so beautifully resonant.
~David
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Thank you so much, David!
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So moving Reena
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Thank you so much!
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You’re most welcome
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